real tales and other inspiration

I see him out jogging along the beach pretty often. He’s a tall man with very dark skin that contrasts sharply with the white running suit he wears with the hood tightly cinched around his face. He has a slow steady gait. This morning, as he caught up with me on the path, he jogged backwards alongside me for a short bit smiling. He stayed there only long enough to tell me he’d “seen what God made”.